Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

You Find Out He's Good With Kids

(Suggested by Cocosy! Here's your virtual cookie! (.:::.) Don't worry folks; I'm sleepy but definitely remembered to charge my battery this time! Still, I'm not sure if it'll all make sense... Ah well! XD)

Jeff the Killer

You and good 'ol Jeffy boy were taking a stroll around the park, letting D/N sniff every single flower and laughing at disastrous memories of when the psychotic killer had gained enough nerve to ask you out.

D/N suddenly jumped onto a bench and stubbornly refused to budge. Left with no choice in the matter, you both sat down alongside the nutty pooch, engrossed in conversation about something irrelevant.

"I'm telling you, Y/N! Getting a pinecone stuck up there hurts like hell!"

"I know your face is abnormal, but falling out of a tree and getting one up your nose? How did the pinecone even fit?"

Jeff tried to demonstrate it, but just ended up looking hysterically ridiculous. You burst out laughing and sank down, clinging onto D/N in fear of sliding to the ground.

A group of first-graders were passing by. Upon catching sight of Jeff, they began waving and yelling out his name at the top of their voices.

"THANK YOU FOR BRINGING US COOKIES AND FLOWERS, MR. WOODS!"

Jeff was startled enough to fall right off the bench. When he sat up again, his face was flushed bright pink. The kids were still there, waiting for his response.

"Er... Y-You're welcome, guys! It- It was nothing! Really!"

A little girl skipped over and handed him a flower. Well, actually it was a weed, but it was the thought that counted.

"Thawnk you for hewlping me dwess up all my dollies for the dolly pawrty!" She lisped before shyly running off to join her friends.

Jeff pulled himself back onto his seat, twirling the "flower" around while looking at you with guilt and nervousness.

"Um... So I might occasionally volunteer at the elementary school... I was a kid once and I hated it, okay? The least I can do is help others through the suffering..."

"Aww, Jeffy boy! I didn't know you even had a heart, let alone a nice one!" You chuckled, patting him on the head like a dog.

BEN Drowned... In sleep deprivation?

The little elf had taken residence on your bed, snuggled under cozy blankets while hugging up to a plump pillow. You didn't have the heart to move him, because he was too fricken' adorable.

So instead, you sat at your desk and started nosing through BEN's personal laptop for any other entertaining stuff.

He'd made several Google searches for weird stuff like, and I quote, "Verbal Diarrhoea Spread By Flamingos?" And "Amazon: Aurora Pink Princess Dress - Midget-Sized."

You put a hand over your mouth to stifle the laughter. BEN snored loudly, twitched his foot and rolled over onto his belly with a content sigh. Still cute as a kawaii kitten, because buttons were overrated.

There were also a ton of bookmarks on explicit fanfictions - and they all seemed to involve Dark Link. So that's where he got his spamming material from.

Finally, you ventured into the photo folder. Some of the stuff eternally scarred you for life, but it was totally worth it.

There was a folder simply titled "DO NOT OPEN," so of course, you clicked it. Inside was a collection of... Birthday photos? Yes, various kiddies with grinning faces, and BEN sitting on the table in a DIY clown suit.